Letters: The U. S. and the War

. . . I hate war! And I cannot see sending the boys with whom I have
grown
up through a depression that in itself was one of the most defeating
periods of history in which to reach maturity now giving anything they
have managed to achieve to the hollow word, "Freedom." But more
and more I am feeling like a lonely voice crying against something
so big that the futility of struggle is totally accentuated by a maze of
knitting needles for the British and pennies for the Greeks. . . .